Summer’s almost gone
Dew diamonds.
Dew-diamonds over the grass sparkle,
melancholy the last summer roses embers.
With light breezes, the park cools my senses
An outer Peace, which corresponds to the inner.
In among wet bushes I walk;
fine threads of summer farewell my face will catch,
Spun across the park corridors.
And I stop myself - to remember:
- Here I went once - In a late summer evening; Sensed The splendor of the stars above the clouds, Songs about freedom, which dripped from a youth source.
The sweetness of summer in reddish splendor sailed in the sky,
Stars jumped from the Sources of the Milky Way:
& Deep inside my pupils
all the Stars of the Sky clearly mirrored themselves ..
#poems #stanzapoetica Dew diamonds. Dew-diamonds over the grass spa...
#poems #stanzapoeticaDew diamonds.Dew-diamonds over the grass sparkle,melancholy the last summer roses embers.With light breezes, the park cools my sensesAn outer Peace, which corresponds to the inner.In among wet bushes I walk;fine threads of summer farewell my face will catch,Spun across t…
